Arrow Straight to Hell

Fatigued bloody soldiers fighting in the battle fields,
Flying shrapnel without desecration or conscience,
Dead or maimed children just part of collateral damage,
Blood smeared across windshields of war vehicles,
Son’s and daughter’s deaths as mere investments of war,
Depletion of resources depriving the needy and poor,
Blood shed flowing like flooded rivers in a heavy rain storm,
Thousands of hearses jamming the mournful
freeways,
Wars fought for centuries busier than Friday night whores,
This life is a nightmare asking for a humane divorce,
In the end the war dead lay in the cemeteries with only sun warmed grass standing in solemn salute.